Page 54 of The Mafia's Omega Queen

“Yes,” I hiss, arching my back, putting my pussy further on display.

“Yes, what? Come on, princess. Don’t make me punish you.” He chuckles darkly, my skin popping with goosebumps at the sound. “Or maybe I should. I do owe you, after all, for the shit you’ve been pulling.”

Ahhh shit. Was it too much to ask for to hope that he forgot about that?

“Yes, Alpha,” I moan, wiggling my hips. Slick trickles down my thighs at the motion. “It’s all for you. You make me so wet.”

“Good girl.” My pussy clenches at his praise.

Then, without warning or another word, Vinny dives in, licking me clit to asshole. Eating me like a man staved. My toes curl as a keening cry escapes my lips. He growls against my lower lips, the vibrations shaking me to the core. His fingers join the mix; first, one, then a second, pumping steadily as he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue.

Fuck. This man is a Godsdamn pussy whisperer.

My fingers claw at the desk's surface with every harsh thrust he makes. My moans grow louder as his movements speed up, the walls of my cunt contracting around his fingers, tightening on his digits, refusing to let him go. Those two fingers curl, finding that elusive spot inside me, rubbing it with sure strokes.

The crest of my orgasm is in my sights, Vinny’s ministrations pushing me closer and closer to falling off the cliff into orgasmic bliss. He must know it, too. He double-downs his efforts, punishing my cunt for the teasing he’s been on the receiving end of for the past week. I don’t know if he will let me come or edge the shit out of me like I’ve been doing to him, but I don’t care. Everything he’s doing to me is making my body sing.

“Come for me, princess.” Vinny wraps his sinful lips around my clit and sucks. Hard. The dam he’s been building inside me combusts with those four words.

Stars burst behind my eyes as a wail rips forcibly from my throat, shredding my vocal cords. Vinny’s fingers quickly disappear, only to be replaced by his tongue as he drinks up every ounce of slick I release. My heart is jackhammering, threatening to break free from my chest. That was by far the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.

At some point, I must black out because when I come to, Vinny is carrying my limp body in his arms from his office, heading toward his bedroom. A place I’ve only ever been in to either snoop, go to the safe room, or check on him when he was confined to bed, healing.

“Vin,” I whisper, trying to get my bearings.

“Shhh, sleep, princess,” he murmurs, nuzzling the crown of my head. “I’ll be here when you wake up. We aren’t even close to being finished.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. My eyes close, content in the arms of my final mate.

Soft strokes up and down my bare spine rouse me from one of the best nights of sleep I’ve had in a while. Those fingers are feather-light, smooth to the touch, and devoid of any callouses. The action makes me want to drop back into dreamland again, but the quiet purr of the man beneath me reminds me who exactly I’m with. His purr is different from Arden’s or Hunter’s, not as gravelly but equally delicious, capable of getting me out of my clothes.

Which, at some point, happened. The last thing I remember is the mind-blowing orgasm Vinny gave me bent over his desk when, instead, it should have been him. Not me. Not bent over the desk. It would just be weird to see him in that position. But the orgasm part. My whole plan was for him to get off, not me. Not yet. I wanted to reward him for such good behavior over the past week and taking all the teasing in stride.

But that’s not what happened. No. The man blew my mind with an explosive orgasm, rendering me unconscious. Like, how the hell does that even happen?

I stick by my previous statement. Pussy whisperer. That’s what he is.

A yawn cracks my mouth, and Vinny’s purring and movements stop. “Good morning, princess.”

“Mmmm, good morning, Alpha.” His purr starts up once again, this time louder, resonating deep within me.

“I love it when you call me that.” I bet he does.

“How long have I been out?” I ask, propping my chin up on his naked chest, where I’m sprawled across him.

Wait.

His naked chest.

I swallow hard as his fingers resume their path up and down my spine.

“We didn’t… I mean…did we? And I…I don’t remember?” My eyebrows furrow as I try to think if anything happened between us in the middle of the night that I can recall.

“Damn, princess. I use my best moves on you, and you can’t even remember them?” He looks back at me with a straight face that quickly morphs into horror.

Oh, oh shit. Fuck. I am the worst omega in the world. Is his dick game just not as strong as his tongue game? How the hell did I sleep through a dicking down, plus a knot? Is that why I’m draped over him as I am? So many questions flit through my mind, each one more ridiculous than the last. I just… Dammit.

Tears start to flood my eyes, my emotional omega side coming to the surface. “I’m so, so sorry, Vinny,” I whisper, my voice cracking. My eyes squeeze shut in shame, unable to look at him anymore.

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